:03:20
The nectar intoxicates the bees
:03:43
What little have l
to add to this splendor..
:03:53
Save a fear tears a few sighs
:04:03
I told you to
keep the place tidy.
:04:07
If that manuscript was here,
then where has it got to?
:04:15
What do you know then?
- He wished you good morning.
:04:19
Fool! I mean about
the manuscript?
:04:22
You've looked at my things?
:04:26
Wings?
:04:30
This is a newspaper
office, not a birdhouse!
:04:34
Wings, indeed!
:04:35
Things, Have you read
the poem I left?
:04:39
I have.
:04:41
Did you like them?
You'll publish them?
:04:44
Why should l?
I haven't lost my mind.
:04:48
Call this gibberish poetry? It's
a crusade against unemployment.
:04:52
Poetry deals with delicacies.
You must write poems about love.
:04:59
You are incomparable, Sir!